Page 124 of Nemesync
Tears streamed down my face, not out of sadness, but because I finally felt heard and understood for the first time in so long. I never thought I’d experience this feeling again, let alone with him.
But I was.
He was with me in my brokenness, but still found me beautiful even if I couldn’t do it myself.
With him, I felt normal, worthy to feel pain, worthy of attempting to heal, worthy of everything.
“Zanae...”
“Let me do this Elijah. I need to feel you right now.”
“I’m going to give you everything you want and need,Milaya,” he promised, kissing me back. Hungry hands lifted my skirt to my pelvis, and traced the lines of my panties before pushing them aside.
“Let me feel how much you need me,” he murmured, plunging his fingers inside me.
A gasp escaped my lips. Brutal, and I wanted nothing less from him. His lips found my neck frenetically, biting and sucking the skin he so much adored. Leaving his name all over it. Claiming me and marking me as his.
The same lips traced my throat before returning to my mouth. His long fingers continued their constant thrusting, firm and urgent.Desperate.
I moaned against his mouth, craving more and more of him. His lips brushed my ear as he confessed, “I love it when you’re loud for me, Zanae.”
Only with you, only for you.
He thrusted harder in me with his fingers making me lose any control of my body as he absorbed my scream of pleasure in his mouth. “Look at you, so beautiful stretching for me.”
Stars enveloped me, euphoria radiated from my core to my heart, and I let it all go. But it wasn’t not enough, I neededhim.
“I... I want to feelyou, Eli,” I said, my voice trembling, taking his hard cock in my hand. “I want to feel you inside me, right now.”
“Then use me,” he growled, watching me slowly sliding him inside me, inch by inch, breath by breath. “Use. Me. Don’t ask. Just do it.”
He was so big it was painfully addictive to feel him fill me.
Sex never felt disgusting with him, neither did my body.
The sensation left me breathless, my chest rising and falling rapidly. I was momentarily shocked by the way my body belonged to him in any kind of way.
Gripping his shoulders tightly to anchor myself, I allowed him to be deep inside me.
“See how your walls are suffocating my cock perfectly,Milaya? You were made for me.”
He lifted my hips, guiding me up until I reached the tip, then firmly planted me down onto him.
“I can feel you pulsing around me.”
Harder this time.
One brutal thrust.Agony. A raw, searing pain twisting into a wicked kind of pleasure. I craved it, the sweet and delicious torment he gave me. Savage and desperate.
“Elijah!” I screamed, submerged by him.
“That’s it, give me another one, Zanae,” he demanded, looking straight into my eyes.
My head fell onto my arm as he began moving me on top of him with force. Slaps of skin against skin echoed in the car, each thrust followed by the sound of wetness, urgent gasps and fucked-up throaty moans.
“I can’t, I can’t. I’m going to die,” I breathed.
“You’re not going to die, Zanae. You’re going to come for me again,” he urged, pushing himself impossibly deeper inside me.
